If Pinecones Were Pineapples I’d Be in Hawaii Right Now!
Enough with the pinecones already!?!?!
Because of my trivial case of OCD, I counted the pinecones that had fallen in a 100 ft² area last fall, and then extrapolated to guess how many were in just the back half of the yard where it butts up against the woods. ‘Bout 3,000 was what I came up with. I cleaned ‘em all up. Then more fell over the winter. Cleaned those up last month. They’re still falling. Good chimnea fuel yes, but geez…
It’s everywhere too - the trails in Robinson State Park are littered with the things. I’ve been hiking and spending a lot of time in the woods for thirty years and can honestly say that I’ve never seen a quarter of this pinecone “harvest”. Too bad they ain’t apples or balsam firs.
And since it’s been so very long a while, an anagram poem for the absent Ms. S.:
Nirvanas Be Null
Smooth Miscuing You
Roam Is Rosy
Move Dungeon Pit
If you still read this LJ, it’s rough trying to enjoy the end of “Lost” without you.
Because of my trivial case of OCD, I counted the pinecones that had fallen in a 100 ft² area last fall, and then extrapolated to guess how many were in just the back half of the yard where it butts up against the woods. ‘Bout 3,000 was what I came up with. I cleaned ‘em all up. Then more fell over the winter. Cleaned those up last month. They’re still falling. Good chimnea fuel yes, but geez…
It’s everywhere too - the trails in Robinson State Park are littered with the things. I’ve been hiking and spending a lot of time in the woods for thirty years and can honestly say that I’ve never seen a quarter of this pinecone “harvest”. Too bad they ain’t apples or balsam firs.
And since it’s been so very long a while, an anagram poem for the absent Ms. S.:
Nirvanas Be Null
Smooth Miscuing You
Roam Is Rosy
Move Dungeon Pit
If you still read this LJ, it’s rough trying to enjoy the end of “Lost” without you.